Reading and Relationships

It made be read between the lines
Understanding
Made me pause at the difficult paragraphs
Patience
I had to read it daily
Commitment
Sometimes I interpreted it differently from you
Respect
It stretched my thoughts, slowly
Creativity
I dint like what I read today
Reality
I shared what I read today
Happiness
I had to take small 'breaks'
Contemplation
I could relate to this character
Empathise
I cried at the eighth chapter
Vulnerable
I could not stop laughing
Relaxation
I argued with my self
Introspect
I got too involved in the story
Interest
It gave me crazy ideas
Passion
It nearly crippled me to death
Fear
I saw a new hope
Reassurance
Sometimes I knew what I am going through
Sometimes I dint wish to know.

The Subway

Walking towards my college

I get into the subway mode

That starts from the station 

And reaches me across the road.

A sweeper moves across the stair,

A new hoarding is hanging up above 

They thought I wouldn’t escape it, 

Reading Ads where I shouldn’t care. 

I walk further down the subway 

It’s got a ceiling far too low

Makes me aware of my own height 

I continue to walk..I heave a sigh! 

I see some foreigners in ethnic dresses 

Searching, following, exploring faces,    

The fad for jholas slung across the shoulders 

Mismatch in time, culture and spaces. 

Then the smell of idlis-sambhar and dosas 

out-of-nowhere it gets into your head, 

With oil and batter they make samosas, 

to be had with paav-the Indian bread. 

Love it or hate it You can’t ignore it 

This subway has it all.

a common man's wonder mall. 

It serves you with some quick fixes, 

Chargers, ties , pen drives, Bata boots and umbrellas... 

If you need something urgent, you can buy it here 

Don’t you forget to bargain with those fellas! 

In evening when the waves turn around 

It gets a little crazier than this 

They want you take home 

fancy stuff for your kids: 

Mosquito bats, electronic toys 

lights, sounds and everything! 

 

It’s a miniature of how this city Mumbai works, 

Keep moving and pay for time. 

Distance  

is always measured in minutes.

We lose some we gain some, 

but to give up is just not fine.

A Rose

For the smile you brought on my face... 

For the tears I made you cry...

Just in love!

Looking so far looking in deep 

I saw your face I saw you sleep 

when I first flew, I didn't see the blues 

You filled my heart and I know it's true. 

What is insane? 

What is in sane? 

What is far fetched?

Why do we stretch? 

Come we'll seek a home 

which speaks for its own 

what we believe in

All of that we believe in.  

Look at this tattoo! 

isn't it so true? 

Makes me feel whole 

I wrote on my soul. 

Darling please smile

walk another mile 

meet me where you stop 

meet me where you breathe.

Describe me what it is

something beyond my reach. 

Surprise me a bit 

with a stupid figure of speech.

Live with you 

Grow with you 

See the world with you

-I do.

Wusshaa-All fall Down!! :)) :)) :))

One wrong step and you are down on the floor.Flat.In seconds..
You look to your right,to your left if anyone is looking at you.No one is.Thank god! You dont want to be seen by a crowd of 100 when you are on all fours,with Shahid Kapoor dancing on the huge screen before you.What an embarassing scene that will be!

But no one did.That gave me enough time to first slowly land on my ass and then see whats gone wrong with my ankle.A twist.Lot of pain.Koi nahi.Yeh toh bahut baar hua hai.bachpan main :p :P Right then i couldnt help laughing at myself,seeing my cousin LHAO.(its a form of laughing for those who dont knw :P)

That made me think, sheesh...i have really grown up.Falling down was once a part and parcel of my life.Like so many times have i hurt my knees, there was a little mud and scrathes on my legs at any given time.As if we gave a damn to it anyway!!
Whatever be the ground,we dint complain.We were happy as long as we played.
A playground would become more dearer and friendlier if it had tasted our blood.What a solid funda!!

Why dont we continue with the same spirits as we grow up.Why do i complain about my grounds now?Why the daily denial of realities.I had read in the Master Strategist-

"To win in the field is inferior to transforming the field.Which is inferior to moving to a better field.Which is inferior to not being in the field."

Read it again till it makes sense.It definitely will.I plan to print it in bold for myself :D